There is always an “oh wow” when you fly in a small airplane … no, not because the pilot scares you, but because he does everything he can do to not scare you.
My Louie-Louie Lad loves to fly his plane so much I think he’d rather do that than eat. Well … almost, anyway.
He brags so much about Cecelia and her knowledge and love for flying that when our son Mark and his lady Donna came this past weekend, she agreed to fly with him even though her dad was not happy about the thought of his girl up in the air with a “pilot” …
Obviously it worked out fine and now C and D can discuss their trips the next time they meet.
That’s the good thing about being attached to a pilot. They delight all sorts of people by showing them a small piece of their world that most others never get to see. And just because Cecelia is three doesn’t mean she can’t discuss her trips with wide-eyed wonder and delight … and the right words. Oh, she does have words.
She’s a girl …